[El Da Sensai]

I calculate that eighty-five was the year

I first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the cheers

Ahead from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag

The windbreaker suits and backspins that was mad

I stress progress roll joints at my rest

til the ill wee hours, and I knew it was the best

I hit mad spots, many crews got dropped

While I was gettin props niggaz was dealin on the block

Stayin in crib on the weekends was Marley Marl

was freakin the cuts Mr. Magic was speakin

That's how I got my first taste, makin tapes

til the rhyme skill was great and my style would escalate

Practice made my perfect tactics

Now my dap gets clap, cause I'm the rap snap fanatic

But now in nine-trey I got the T-Ray track

And my trunks, my roots are growin styles from whayback



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[Tame One]

I flash back to fat Kangol hats, with plastic

Back when steppin on kicks in eighty-six got your ass kicked

Bombers and sheepskins, were common when I first started rhymin

Still I found time to go bombin

Me and my pals rocked Cazals with no glass

Dark flavored Clarks, Lee Denims off the ass

Back when Mr. Magic had it goin all the way on

the beat with BDP, added flavor like a crayon

Indeed MC's would represent with the skills

But now in ninety-three a lot of them can get the dillz

It seems like a little sumthin missin in the mix

But now I got a deal, so it's up to me to fix

When niggaz put me up on, with funky raps to cut on

Word is BOND, if I hear another wack rap song

I might snap and it's an actual fact

that I'ma kick it like that, cause this is strictly bout the whayback



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[El Da Sensai]

Aww man damn, whayback, things was kinda fat

Had the Godfather knot, a Starter hat, things are kin